Submitted by megan on Sun, 11/02/2008 - 20:52
Is this where I get to kiss you now? she says, and boy oh boy but does she.
Solid and sure, a hand clasping my skull like the next crop of rock. The other pushes fingers in my mouth, exploring. Her solid frame crushes me against the precipice.
My hands new animals, stumbling over her back, shoulders, the thick blades of muscle keeping me safe. I’ll just hold on here, sheltered from the storm.